tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804843777020491995.post1271890639703200417..comments2023-09-04T01:02:55.869-07:00Comments on Creaky Door: 100 Word Chillers: MonkeyCreaky door writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06400268332581266488noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804843777020491995.post-84382914623831632562016-02-02T20:36:13.880-08:002016-02-02T20:36:13.880-08:00Oh man this is awesome! And I love the idea. Maybe...Oh man this is awesome! And I love the idea. Maybe I should put more creative work up on my blog...Sarah Allenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01185278849400551014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804843777020491995.post-36665669900501273102016-02-01T08:15:03.525-08:002016-02-01T08:15:03.525-08:00Hi Sophie, I love the idea of going back to someth...Hi Sophie, I love the idea of going back to something that scared you so very early on. Chilling indeed!<br /><br />I wasn't a baby, but still very young when I was absolutely convinced that driving over level crossings would mean we'd be hit by a train any second and I'm still a bit apprehensive about crossing train tracks. <br /><br />I'm looking forward to reading your 100-word chillers (great name, btw) :)Sonyahttps://sonyca.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804843777020491995.post-82419213742840624402016-01-24T13:37:49.260-08:002016-01-24T13:37:49.260-08:00I have always been scared of birds flying near me....I have always been scared of birds flying near me. That us because as a toddler a sparrow flew into our house and pecked up some crumbs from the floor. I was terrified. Still remember it vividly 50 years later!simple living katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04826286477685652780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804843777020491995.post-47058863355004581112016-01-24T11:58:32.477-08:002016-01-24T11:58:32.477-08:00Thankyou Sophie. Kind of you to say so. Writing is...Thankyou Sophie. Kind of you to say so. Writing is good therapy! x<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00887141564910586753noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804843777020491995.post-14389558860543827112016-01-24T11:39:26.312-08:002016-01-24T11:39:26.312-08:00Brilliant, Rachel! And disturbing, in a fascinatin...Brilliant, Rachel! And disturbing, in a fascinating way. You have captured the vulnerability of childhood.Creaky door writerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06400268332581266488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804843777020491995.post-74294122300649651822016-01-24T11:39:16.582-08:002016-01-24T11:39:16.582-08:00Brilliant, Rachel! And disturbing, in a fascinatin...Brilliant, Rachel! And disturbing, in a fascinating way. You have captured the vulnerability of childhood.Creaky door writerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06400268332581266488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804843777020491995.post-69084082642537520192016-01-24T10:50:19.094-08:002016-01-24T10:50:19.094-08:00Ok Sophie I like a challenge! Here's one from ...Ok Sophie I like a challenge! Here's one from my childhood for you.<br /><br />A smaller one is chased. Both are screaming. One scream feels like rage. The other like fear.<br /><br />I see the smaller one trip. She is caught and pinned on the stairs. Angry fists are pummelling. The silence in my ears is louder now. I can feel the screaming but I can’t hear it. Unable to move or hear, the action is framed. I focus on the white painted doorframe.<br /><br />I think loudly in my head that I want to not see. But I’m unable to cover my eyes because the silence is so loud, so deafening it hurts my ears.<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00887141564910586753noreply@blogger.com